[Intro: Various] Lil Sknow done this Yo You got a lighter bro? This one doesn't work Fuck 420 420 420 420
[Verse 1: ChillinIt] Burn out while I clutch to the wheel Then I shift, like gears, take draws from a blunt No breaks, when I overlap the whole pack Catch drifts, Formula One I'm still rappin' automatic 'til I get exhausted I rev horses 'til the wheels get spun (Vroom) That's gonna gas you up, like Mazda trucks, but fuck it, I've already won Rep it harder like I'm Benihana With the closed eyes and the marijuana I'm Barack Obama I'm the leader leader Yes I see the reaper bring me heavy karma On this hard road, and it's gettin' harder On a hilltop, make ya nosebleed When the pills popped, sippin Henny lager I'ma run it up just like I'm Wes Naqaima (No) (420, 420) Test me nada Keep it hunnid while she stunnin' in Balenciaga Spit a riddim in a minute, I love it, this ain't a gimmick I hit and then I quit it so don't text me after Riba Riba with a señorita Smokin' cheebah cheebah with a sexy mama Got that VB longneck and litre I just sip Tequila I don't get the drama no Police don't shoot me I don't got no guns Don't fuck with jacks I don't wanna get done Swear that my daddy taught me the art of get the money While mommy take care of her son
[Bridge] Family first don't give a fuck Word is my bond I'ma die for my blood Family first don't give a fuck Smokin' the chronic get high in the cut (Ugh)
[Verse 2: ChillinIt] I still hit the roach You'll get jumped like jacks if you skip the rope You'll get hung laid back when I switch the flow It's Christmas flow The red and green bitches know I stay raw in Dior she ain't Christian though And my 420 fams on shit to blow I switch the flow then pop pop pistol go 'Cause my mind stays cracked like Da Vinci's code Herbs in a bag like Lipton The zip code, Trip Two 0, I cop parcels Bastards, stay with the stan lee, marvel Prolly why my nights look new, castle I could damage an amateur 'cause I'm harder The rapper get the package and package it for the market The road looks silk, with spliffs that I blow I hit That high road for the online darkness (Ugh, ugh) write with pens I keep tools for the wood, like Mitre Ten But real talk though, I don't even like my friends I light the sesh and smoke 'til my life could end Got a few kids, that I once grew with Back in the day, they might pretend But that's true shit, everyone's mad 'cause the shoes fit mate Get your sizes then I pack mountains, climb it then Get violent then, the hot cold climate then 'Cause I'm a one eyed cyclops pirate then I got bars me hearty, I'm high on sesh I still ride for the team on G shit Play with the ball like Steve Smith Dont test me fast pace Gillespie The 420 fam stay raw with the weed lit Brudda, I'm a stoner on my Chief Keef shit I still love Sosa, smoke Seth like Rogen I'm cold like the eski, got the Fear Factored Like I'm Joe Rogan 'cause I go beast shit Bruv, I'm all over the shop, over the drop Heavy and come and getter with the flow that I rock The stoner with pop, was over the top, up in a Nike tee Walk into the club with my brudda, ain't got an ID I'm in the club with my brudda, we keep it hunna With the keys and the buttons like bruddas that work in IT I walk into the club and my brudda could slip a couple a hunnas Onto his bruvva like nothin this shit is Visine All clear, aw, yeah
[Bridge: ChillinIt] 420 gonna have a long year I got a middle finger up saying all love 420 fam staying right here All clear, aw, yeah 420 gonna have a long year I got a middle finger up saying all love 420 fam staying right here
[Interlude: ChillinIt] Man, I'm gonna get me that stripper
[Verse 3: Lil Sknow] I just copped some gobs in the valley Getting top off a bitch in a bally She just wanna get bricked, no Xannies I take pics for the grams not grammys (Nah) I take pics for the grams not grammys And I'm still sad I'm still sad even if I'm happyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
